Page 98 of Creed

I lace my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. “I want to taste us.”

He groans, and his hand dives between my thighs and scoops out our combined releases. He watches as I suck his fingers into my mouth, licking our cum from them. The noise he makes is pure animal.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Then he attacks.

Andro dropped off a bag of clothes and toiletries that Creed had ordered, then Creed and I showered.

As we make our way through the enormous, beautiful mansion, its size and richness are overwhelming, yet I’m struck by the feeling of… comfort. This is ahome, and it’s filled with love.

I can’t help but smile as we approach the dining room, and the noise gets louder. It’s like in the movieChristmas Vacationwhen Clark approaches, and the din rises to a loud chaotic noise. When Creed and I stand on the room’s threshold, I hide my surprised grin behind my hand.

Vito and Raf toss buns at each other while Gina clips Vito’s ear, making him yell, “Mamma, it’s Raf who’s instigating this!”

Massimo walks quietly behind Vito and swipes a full pancake, dripping with syrup, off his brother’s plate. He stuffs it into his mouth with a grin and dodges Vito’s knife aimed at his thigh.

Gabriele has just arrived and kisses Gina on each cheek, and she orders him to eat.

Andro tosses berries and howls when one lands in Tommaso’s coffee. Tommaso just shakes his head, lifting his mug to sip it.

“It’s a bit much, isn’t it?” Creed smiles down at me.

“It’s actually like a meal at home with my family; only our house ismuchsmaller. And not with, you know…”

“Mobsters?” He raises a brow.

Tommaso saves me from answering by motioning to the seat beside him.

Creed takes my hand and leads me to his father while Vito, Raf, and Gabriele greet us, and Massimo smiles at me. Creed pulls out the chair and pushes it in when I sit.

“Minne.” Andro grins. “Looking well rested.”

My cheeks warm, and I hope no one could hear my screams last night or this morning.

“Morning,Mamma.” Creed kisses Gina’s cheek.

She squeezes my hand, her brown eyes glowing as she gazes down at me. “What can I get you to drink,mia dolce ragazza?”

I’m taken aback that the Don’s wife would ask me that. Glancing around the room, I don’t see any staff waiting to serve, like I expected in a wealthy household.

“Umm… Just a coffee with a splash of milk.”

“I can get it,Mamma,” Creed says.

“No, no, you sit, sweetheart.” Gina bustles to the sideboard and brings us our coffees, then leans down to give Tommaso a soft kiss on his cheek. “Need anything?”

“I’m fine,il mio sole.”

My heart clenches at Tommaso's pet name for Gina—my sun—then fills with sadness as I remember Creed telling me his father’s condition won’t improve. As if Creed can read my thoughts, his hand finds mine under the table and interlinks our fingers.

“Mia dolce ragazza.” Tommaso’s voice sounds hoarse this morning. “I hope you slept well.”

I try not to blush. “Thank you, I did.”

“I worried your ordeal may have upset you.” He leans forward to rest his elbows on the table as he regards me.

“Because I’m not of this life?” I ask, and the room quiets.

Tommaso nods and leans back in his chair again. “Your father—”

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